"I hate it!"
Aiguleiya's true emotions were revealed as he pounded his fists into the ground, drawing blood.
"I hate all Orcs, I hate this world, I regret being born, I curse the day I was born."
The frail human turned around, smiled, and said, "I've seen many people who bury their hatred deep in their hearts, eventually transforming it into forgiveness. You're different. Your hatred hasn't lessened; instead, it's growing stronger every day. One day, you'll be swallowed up by this hatred and burned away completely."
Aiguleiya wept bitterly, saying, "I have nothing left. If I lose my hatred, what's the point of living?"
"Interesting. I like your hatred. Your hatred and disgust for the world touches me, so I'm willing to give you a chance."
The frail human proudly raised his head. "Guess who I am?"
Aiguleiya shook her head. "I don't know."
"You must have heard of the Burning Legion, right?" the skinny human asked.
Aiguleiya's eyes lit up. "I saw it in the Karazhan library. Medivh once studied at the Burning Legion's academy, a terrible organization. It's said that thousands of worlds were destroyed by the Legion's wrath."
"Why are you so excited?" the thin human asked, tilting his head.
Aiguleiya licked his lips and said, "I'm reminded of Gul'dan and the Fel he absorbed. Gul'dan could betray the Orcs, betray Draenor World, and so can I."
"So what price are you willing to pay?" the thin human asked with interest.
"Everything," Aiguleiya said Steadfast.
"Very good, I'm willing to give you this opportunity."
Boom!
A thick green mist rose up, and the air smelled of sulfur and blood.
A creature with demonic horns on its head, wings on its back, and hooves with inverted joints below the knees appeared before me.
"I am Varimathras, the ruler of darkness and spirit, the brutal overlord of the Void World, the most powerful race of the Burning Legion, the Dreadlord."
Aiguleiya's eyes blazed with fury as he extended his bleeding right hand and said:
"Master, I pledge my allegiance to you, and to the Burning Legion."
Varimathras looked him over with amusement. "You must be careful. The Legion is not like your friend Ashkandi. Once you join the Legion, your soul will forever bear its mark. Even if you die, the Burning Legion has the right to claim your soul first."
"It doesn't matter, as long as I can get revenge, I'm willing to give anything." Rage made Aiguleiya lose her way.
"I admire your honesty, your ability to confront your own cruelty," Varimathras said with satisfaction. "We will grant you a new identity, a strong body, and the magic that Orcs dream of. All you need to do is pledge allegiance to this world and betray it."
"A reasonable request, I'm more than willing to grant." Aiguleiya prostrated himself on the ground.
Varimathras pointed to the city at the foot of the mountain and said, "Look, this is Lordaeron, the capital of the most powerful human kingdom. You will lead the Orcs to conquer this place, kill all humans, and Lordaeron will surely become the Orcs' kingdom, and you will reign supreme. If Azeroth has a future, people will forever remember you, admire you, and sing your praises."
"I'm willing to Consecration everything for the Legion as long as it brings revenge." This was Aiguleiya's heartfelt pledge of loyalty.
Varimathras smiled and said, "No, success isn't that easy. Just like your friend Ashkandi, even someone as powerful as him was defeated by you. You need to learn to be patient, bury your hatred deep in your heart for now, get along with Orgrimmar and Grommash Hellscream under a new identity, become their friend, and then stab them in the back, letting them taste the bitterness of betrayal."
"A perfect plan." Aiguleiya was overjoyed.
Varimathras coldly warned, "You must always remember that you are a slave of the Burning Legion. Thrall means slave in the Orcish; that is your new name."
Aiguleiya didn't care at all. "It's a great honor. From this moment on, Aiguleiya is dead. My name is Thrall."
Varimathras nodded in satisfaction. "Only those who have lost everything can be driven by the desire for revenge. Come with me to your new beginning."
Azeroth, the Burning Legion's secret base.
Thrall's body was transformed; he went from being thin and weak to strong and powerful, his green skin gleaming.
The Burning Legion's engineers implanted a magical heart in him, enabling him to sense the presence of the elements.
After leaving the Burning Legion's base, Varimathras brought Thrall back to Hillsbrad Foothills.
"Thrall, your appearance and physique have changed drastically, only your eyebrows and eyes remain similar to before. Don't worry, Orgrimmar and Grommash Hellscream only care about the strong, they won't care about your former weakness. Of course, a strange Orcs can easily arouse suspicion, you need a highly respected mentor. He can't teach you anything, but he can give you a respectable origin."
Thrall knelt on the ground. "I am willing to follow your instructions."
Varimathras opened Legion Portal and arrived in the mountains of Alterac.
After Durotan and his wife died, Drek'Thar took control of the Frostwolf Clan and led the Clans into seclusion in the Alterac Mountains.
In the Valley, a stream flowed quietly, Thrall encountered an old Orcs.
Drek'Thar was old, his body twisted, his back hunched, and the aura of the elements swirled around him.
A Shaman Orcs, but unfortunately his use of the elements was incorrect; the elements gave him power, but also damaged his body.
Upon seeing Varimathras in human form, Drek'Thar knelt on the ground to greet him, trembling and speechless.
Varimathras did not explain Thrall's relationship with the Burning Legion, only saying that he met Thrall by chance on the way.
Because Thrall worshipped Shaman path, he brought him here to learn.
Thrall knew this was a test; only if he handled his relationship with Drek'Thar correctly would the Burning Legion trust him.
Otherwise, he might face Destiny.
Drek'Thar readily agreed, and Varimathras yawned as he left, as if it were a trivial matter.
"Thrall is not a good name." Drek'Thar immediately revealed a Pride expression as soon as Varimathras left.
Sal smiled innocently, like a shy big boy.
"There must be a rule for everything," Drek'Thar said sternly. "In principle, I don't accept anyone from outside the Frostwolf Clan as a disciple. This is only out of respect for Lord Varimathras. How about this: you serve me for three years, and after three years I will accept you as a disciple on a nominal basis."
"It's my honor," Thrall said with a smile, taking a step forward.
Drek'Thar is a powerful Shaman; even Grom Hellscream wasn't confident he could defeat him.
Although Thrall had become stronger and could sense the elements, the difference in experience was still significant, and Thrall knew he was no match for him.
Drek'Thar pointed to an open space across the creek. "I plan to build a cabin on the other side of the river. I'll give you five days."
"Five days is too much." Thrall held up two fingers. "Two days is enough."
"Two days? Are you kidding me?" Drek'Thar turned around and found that Thrall was already approaching.
"Just two days." Thrall maintained his gentle smile, then suddenly plunged two fingers into Drek'Thar's eyes.